Stream Striping

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Zebra, Anthro, Original Character, Porn, Fetish
Length: 5118

A fan takes it upon himself to get involved in Heat Sink's livestream

Popular streamer Heat Sink (or, as her fans know her, Thotty2Hotty) likes to engage with her fanbase, to make sure those donations keep coming in. One particular fan takes it upon himself to get involved, in ways Heat never anticipated

WARNING: this story contains deepthroating, spitroasting, and zebradom

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Published 2024-10-23 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-23 15:10:01 UTC

Stream Striping

“Alright, I think we’ve tried on enough bikinis for now.”

Heat Sink smirked, knowing exactly the response this would get from her viewers. Sure enough, a glance at the stream chat showed the reaction she had been expecting: Desperate, horny outrage. All according to plan. Truthfully, it was too easy, to play these perverts like a fiddle. All Heat had to do was a little bit of teasing—something she tended to do anyway—and then she’d have hundreds upon thousands of kissless virgins eating out of the palm of her hand. She had to try to hide her amusement as she skipped back to her computer, to swap to her face cam for the next part of her stream.

Despite how she sometimes pretended on camera, Heat Sink wasn’t some naive college brat. She knew that she was a bombshell, a total Canterlot ten with a small waist, pretty face, and the sort of disarming confidence one only ever has from a life of being seen as conventionally attractive. Fiery red hair down to her shoulders, bold, piercing lightning-gold eyes, and, most importantly, a tight, toned blue pegasus frame. Slender and sleek, as was necessary for any cheerleader worth her salt, but blessed with a just-above-average bust that generously filled out her plain black bikini top, Heat Sink really had it all, appearance-wise. Her looks, as well as her willingness to show a bit of skin from time to time, is what allowed her to live above the means one would expect from an “unemployed” college student.

“Don’t stop, just a few more…” Heat did her best to read the chats, and to at least pretend to be thinking things over, before she reclaimed her seat at her computer desk. “You guys just can’t get enough, huh?”

After a barrage of “No!”, “More please!” and the occasional “Mommy”, Heat chuckled, shaking her head at her fans.

“Okay, how’s this sound? I’m gonna order some food, read off some donations, talk with the chat,” said Heat. “And if we reach, let’s say… 500 bits, before I'm done with my pizza, I’ll do another few outfits.” A few messages passed, half-hearted but ultimately enthusiastic willingness, but that wasn’t enough for Heat. “I did just get some lingerie I’ve been dying to use for a stream…”

Within seconds, the first wave of donations were coming in, almost faster than Heat could read them. Thankfully for her, she had the donation goal graphic already prepared, and it took just a few clicks to put it on screen. She smiled, knowing that in less than 40 minutes, she’d have her rent for the month covered, and all she had to do was order take-out. Heat Sink had said it before, and she’d say it a thousand times more: Life is good, when you’re pretty.

“So…” Heat kicked her feet up on her desk, giving a healthy view of her long, slender legs. She could just imagine the drooling neckbeards reaching for their wallets, all just to get a glimpse of her body. Heat smirked, then grabbed up her phone and put in an order for her favorite pizza joint. “What do you wanna talk about?”

AlphaGammaBeta donated 5 bits: “How was your day?”

Heat Sink had to struggle to keep from rolling her eyes at the frankly terrible use of 5 bits, but tried her best to answer genuinely.

“Pretty good, I guess. Been streaming pretty much all day. Oh, and thanks for the dono!” Heat Sink tossed her phone aside and, after deciding that she had given enough away, swung her legs down under her desk under the guise of leaning in to read the screen better. “Glitter&Gold donated 10 bits, he says ‘favorite animal and why’? Uh… I guess I like sheep? Like the cute little baby ones, I mean. They're adorable!”

DaltonFortress donated 8 bits: Favorite band?

“Favorite band is Rainestorm, easy. I love Lizzy Raine, I want to have her babies.” Heat couldn't handle it anymore and, just three questions in, she broke. “Okay, if it's just going to be boring questions all night, I may as well just take a nap after my pizza, LOL.”

PoutineBabe donated 25 bits: F*ck, marry, k*ll: Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Twilight.

Heat Sink smiled. About time someone said something interesting.

“Gee, I dunno if I should answer. I'm a proud Equestrian citizen, y'know?” Heat Sink pointed behind her to the door of her little studio apartment, above which was the pastel blue fabric of the Equestrian flag, bearing the striking image of The Regal Sisters along with the sun and the moon, the royal coat of arms. “I'm not sure I should be talking about my princesses like that.”

PoutineBabe donated 5 bits: Booooooo!

“Alright, alright, you wanna know? Fine. Fuck Celestia, marry Twilight, kill Luna. The whole goth vibes give me the ick.”

From there, with the ball rolling, much more engaging questions began to pop up. Questions about celebrities, who was more attractive than whom, and crazy mishaps from high school. Much more fun than talking about her favorite color. The minutes ticked along, as did the donations, until one particular question that even managed to surprise Heat.

Rage_of_Zebrica donated 10 bits: What's your preference?

“Huh? I'm not actually into girls, guys, I'm just talking hypo—”

Rage_of_Zebrica donated 10 bits: I meant race, not gender

“Ohhh, I get it now. Ha, you're one of those ZNWO losers, huh?” snorted Heat Sink. “Zebra supremacy and all that crap? What a joke.”

Rage_of_Zebrica sent you a Private Message

“Dude, seriously? Give it up.” Heat rolled her eyes, sliding her cursor over to decline the message. She paused, then after a moment, seemed to think better of it. “Maybe I should open it up, just in case. Just know, if it's a dick pic that's a permaban.”

She, of course, knew that it was a dick pic. Whenever she got PMs on her stream, it was always either a plea from a lesser streamer to collab, or an unsolicited penis, neither of which interested Heat Sink. She knew her fanbase, and the sorts of people who watched bikini haul streams weren't usually packing anything worth seeing. Even still, making a public show of banning this one user may discourage others in the future, at least for a while. And so, Heat Sink clicked on the message, already preparing a derisive comment about the small, unimpressive dick that she was about to see.

The photo was in landscape, and still the thing barely fit in the frame. A thick, dark appendage, his flare alone looked to be as wide around as Heat’s palm. Bold veins snaked up its length, and even though it was a still image, Heat could practically see it powerfully twitching and pulsing in her mind’s eye. It wasn't just a cock, that thing was an instrument of war, and one that Heat couldn't take her eyes off. Most damningly of all was, just barely caught on camera, you could still only just see the unmistakable black and white striped torso of the man it was attached to.

Rage_of_Zebrica: Must not be a good joke. I don't hear you laughing

“Oh, it's actually not a dick pic.” Heat Sink didn't know what to do, so she did what comes naturally to any internet personality; She lied through her teeth. “Here, let me reply…”

Thotty2Hotty: That thing is disgusting.

Rage_of_Zebrica: Wipe your face, Thotty. You're drooling.

“Okay, moving on,” said Heat. She tried to be subtle as she wiped her face, unsure as to if he was teasing or being genuine. “Next question?”

SomeHom0 donated 10 bits: What was the PM??

“It was, like, he was asking about subscribing,” said Heat. “His credit card wasn't working for some reason.”

A wall of blue cap emojis filled the chat, much to Heat’s annoyance.

“Let's go to the next question, huh?” The very last thing Heat wanted was to be pressed on this, so she did all she could to move on. “Who's got one?”

Dienda6969 donated 10 bits: You didn't answer the question

“What? I… Oh, I guess not, huh?” Heat shrugged. “Sorry, stripeys, ponies only for me. I'm a good Equestrian girl.”

Rage_of_Zebrica: Bet you've never seen a pony as big as me

“It's not racist, I just prefer to stay within my own culture. Nothing wrong with zebras, I don't care if they date ponies. Just not for me, sorry.”

Thotty2Hotty: That's probably not even really you

Rage_of_Zebrica: Wanna bet?

Thotty2Hotty: How're you gonna prove it? Show me your social security number?

Rage_of_Zebrica: I'll show you in person. You're at apartment 33D, right?

Heat Sink froze, her mind distracted from her increasingly suspicious chat. How did he know her apartment number? Heat had taken every precaution to make sure her fans couldn't find out any more about her than she let them, and she was absolutely positive that she hadn't slipped up. So how could he possibly have guessed correctly? Unless…

Thotty2Hotty: Who are you?

Rage_of_Zebrica: Pretty sure I'm the “stripey” delivering your stuffed crust pepperoni and green pepper pizza

“Oh fuck.”

Rage_of_Zebrica: Only one way to find out for sure

Rage_of_Zebrica: Knock knock

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door, chilling Heat Sink to the bone. She swallowed her heart back down, before standing up and crossing her apartment to the door. She paused for a moment, realizing that she was still in her bikini. Of course, it occurred to her that she could throw something on, but truly, what was the point? If he was who he claimed to be, he had already seen it. Trying to preserve some phony sense of modesty would only serve to further embarrass Heat, so she opted to stand her ground, chin up, tits out, and defiant against her fan. It didn't matter, the picture was probably edited anyway, to make him seem more impressive.

When Heat opened the door, she was met with a zebra about a full foot taller than her, and with an almost superhuman physique; Broad, toned arms, a strong muscular chest, and almost certainly rock-hard abs, if only they weren't covered by the black and gold shirt that marked him as an employee of Pizzapalooza. The name tag on his shirt read Zyon, though Heat only somewhat processed that. Instead, she was focused on the bulge in his baggy grey sweatpants, just as big and powerful as you would expect from the earlier picture.

And not a drop of Photoshop in sight.

“Hey,” he said, not even trying to hide his smug grin. “Order for Heat Sink?”

“Yep. Okay, creep, you made your point,” said Heat, rolling her eyes. “Just gimme my pizza.”

“Here you go.” He handed over the box but, when Heat went to grab it, he held on. She looked up, and frowned at the devious glimmer in his eyes. “Wait a sec… What about our bet? I caught you staring, so I think that means I win.”

“Ugh… What do you want?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Of course. Why am I not surprised?” complained Heat. “Whatever, just let me at least finish a slice of—”

Two strong hands grabbed Heat by the shoulders and, before she could even think to fight it, Zyon was forcing her down to her knees. He snatched her pizza box and tossed it into the nearby kitchen counter before grabbing a fistful of scarlet hair and tilting Heat’s face up to stare down at her with a wink and a blown kiss. Unamused, Heat responded not with a kiss of her own, but with a single-digit salute courtesy of her favorite finger.

“Cute,” said Zyon. Heat smirked, quite pleased with herself, until Zyon batted her across the face with his palm. Not especially hard, at least not for him, but it was enough to stun the streamer and leave her looking up in shock. “Done being a little brat? Finally learned your lesson?”

“All I learned is that you hit like a little bitch,” shot Heat. She flinched when Zyon’s hand moved, but it thankfully wasn't rearing back for another slap. Instead, his hand went to his fly, and in one smooth, practiced motion, he undid his zipper to free his half-hard, but still incredibly impressive, length. “W-what? Think I'm scared of this? Bet you don't even know how to use it.”

“You've got a big mouth. I like that.” Zyon grabbed a firm hold of Heat’s head and held her in place, forcing his fat flare against her lips. She resisted for just a second, just long enough to be almost convincing, before cracking her mouth open to invite the mighty cockhead into her mouth; As soon as he had an opening, Zyon forced his way in, until he had stuffed Heat’s cheeks with half of his length, all in one go. “Makes shutting you up a lot more satisfying.”

Heat never heard the rest of Zyon’s sentence. From the moment she felt that fat hunk of meat sliding across her tongue, Heat wasn't able to focus on anything else. She could feel him getting harder, filling her mouth with a truly unreal amount of zebra cock. So strong, so imposing, and oh, so irresistible. Heat reached up, her fingers just barely grazing his shaft when Zyon planted his hand atop her head, gripped a fistful of her, and pulled her in closer. She resisted, not ready for so much so fast, but it didn't make a lick of difference; Within a second or two, his fat cockhead popped into Heat’s throat, and she was drooling, gagging, choking on the thick, meaty medial ring that was punching her uvula like a speed bag.

“Good girl, that's what daddy likes,” cooed Zyon, much to Heat’s visible annoyance. Ticked off though she was, she didn't fight Zyon, and seemed to relax when he began rocking his hips and fucking her face proper. “Someone's had practice. Probably sucked a lot of dick in your life, right? You know, we have a word for people like you in Zebrican.”

“Hmph?” It was as close to a response as Heat could muster in her current state, with drool leaking down the corners of her stretched mouth, and a thick black cock using her throat for a toy.

“Slut. The word for you is slut.”

Heat reintroduced Zyon to her favorite finger, although this time, she came with a friend. If Zyon noticed, he didn't let on. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, started a call, and put it to his ear. Of course, Heat was concerned and, of course, she found herself being force-fed more cock before she could voice those concerns. She could only watch through teary eyes as Zyon made his call and fucked her face, all as casual as can be.

“Yo, what're you doing right now? Yeah, no, you're not. I'm about to text you an address.” Zyon paused just briefly to do as he promised, then returned his phone to his ear. “Get over here if you want some free pegasus pussy. Yeah, see you in five.”

“Hmph?!” Heat jerked her head away, finally freeing herself for long enough to catch her breath. She coughed and sputtered, taking a few moments to compose herself. “You can't just invite your buddies over without asking me.”

“Oh. Really?” Zyon shrugged. “Pretty sure I just did it so…”

“Prick.”

“If you want more, all you have to do is ask, Thotty.”

Zyon flashed his biggest, best, most bastardly smile, then, strangely, offered his hand, like a noble knight assisting a fair maiden. Cautiously, Heat took his hand and let him pull her up to her feet. It didn't take long to see that her suspicion was well-founded, as Zyon kept hold of her hand and pushed her forward into the kitchen counter. He held her arm behind her back and bent her over across the counter, with much kicking and swearing as they went. With one hand keeping Heat pinned to the table, Zyon used his other to tug Heat's swimsuit to the side, and to guide his fat slab of meat to her hot, quivering hole.

All Heat had to do was relax. Don't tense, take a deep breath, and hope that the meathead zebra knew better than to try and force it in all at once. She'd taken toys almost as big on camera before, so she knew she was capable of it. All she had to do was relax. And yet, when she felt his flare push against her lips, Heat Sink’s heart skipped a beat. It somehow felt bigger now that it was about to be in her, so much hotter and harder than anything her toys could have prepared her for. She kicked her legs apart about as wide as she could manage, set her jaw, and braced for impact.

The sensation of being skewered by a zebra wasn't dissimilar to what Heat imagined it would be like to be hit by a small car. Right away, she lost her breath, barely able to suck in a gasp. Her toes curled underneath her, each inch that slid into her tight body somehow harder than the last. She pounded her fist against the counter, all she could do to keep from screaming out, when Zyon grabbed her free arm and pinned it behind her back just as he did before. Now, with nowhere to run, no way to resist, Zyon had his prize right where he wanted her.

And no matter how much she would deny it, it was abundantly clear that this was precisely where Heat wanted to be, herself.

“Damn, you’re snug!” Zyon sighed as he filled out Heat’s cunt. Her labored breathing was evidence enough of her current state, never mind the sweat that clung to her lithe, luscious body, and the way that she quivered even without much movement or agitation. “You okay? Looking a little green, Thotty.”

“You’re… a fucking… animal!” huffed Heat. She swallowed dryly, trying to keep her heart from leaping out of her throat and landing next to her increasingly-cooling pizza. “Why’d you stick it in so fucking deep?! You could’ve killed me!”

“See, that’s the problem when you only fuck with Equestrian boys,” Zyon smirked. “You’ve got all this pussy, and barely get to use any of it.”

“Zy, you in there? I…” Heat was facing away from the door, but if she craned her neck, she could just barely make out the sight of another zebra strutting in. He wasn’t as physically fit as Zyon, with a bit of a dad bod and beer belly, but still a specimen of masculinity that had an almost supernatural allure to Heat. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding…”

“Thank God you’re finally here. I need someone to keep her mouth occupied,” said Zyon, waving his buddy over. “She talks too much, come help me shut her up.”

“I dunno, Zy, this seems kinda shady,” said Zyon’s Buddy. “She doesn’t look too happy with this.”

“Yeah, I’m pissed off,” said Heat, rolling her eyes. “By the time you two pricks are finished, my pizza is gonna be ice cold.”

“You’re worried about… your pizza?”

“It was like $18, and I don’t like wasting food.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this,” said Zyon. He rolled his hips forward, thrusting deep into Heat Sink and banging her roughly against the countertop. “The pizza’s not getting any hotter. So instead of standing there like an idiot, maybe hurry up so she can eat?”

“Well, can’t really argue with that…”

Zyon’s Buddy somewhat clumsily rounded the counter, fumbling gracelessly with his belt as he did. By the time he made it to Heat’s face and had successfully undone his trousers, Zyon had begun tearing into Heat, finally fucking her tight pony pussy in earnest. Each slam of his hips against her ass was followed closely by a yelp or a chirp, all the way until Zyon’s Buddy brought his thick, meaty cock to her lips. It slipped in easily, almost by reflex, and despite the Buddy being every bit as thick and hard as Zyon, it wasn’t as difficult for Heat to take. Maybe she was getting used to it, or maybe it had something to do with the Buddy’s less confrontational and aggressive approach.

Or perhaps it was something else. Perhaps it was just nature at work, the powerful effect of strong, dominant men making use of her delicate body in a way she had never experienced before. None of Heat’s ex-boyfriends tasted the way the zebras do, so intense and masculine, an incredibly manly musk that triggered something primal in Heat’s brain. None of her exes controlled her body like the zebras had, pulling her where they wanted and using her how they desired, without a single thought of her comfort. And none, not one, not a single one of her previous partners had ever—not even in their wildest dreams—come even close to fucking her the way that Zyon was.

Each deep stroke rocked her to her core, and each savage pump made her legs go a little weaker. Heat moaned with each drilling motion, the sound dampened by the fat cock she was drooling around. Her head bobbed forward, almost of its own volition, to take more of Zyon’s Buddy into her mouth. It wasn’t long before he too was rocking his hips, gripping Heat’s head tightly as he fucked her face. The way they used her and abused her, pounding her quivering, trembling holes, was too much for her to handle; With a warping, muffled shriek, Heat twitched and jerked around the unceasing, unrepentant, incomparable zebra cocks that were continuing to bore down her throat and through her guts.

“Aww, she likes us!” laughed Zyon. He swatted Heat on the ass, waking her sharply from her afterglow. “Y’know, I’ve got more than just the one friend. And, not for nothing, I get the feeling you’re gonna want more than what us two can give you. So what do you think about me calling over a couple more fat-cocked zeebs to party with us?” He spanked her other cheek, taking great pleasure in the way that she flinched and tensed around his cock. “So, how bout it? One moan for no, two moans is yes.”

“Hmmmm…” Heat could barely think, barely breathe. Fucking one stranger was a bad idea. Fucking two strangers was an even worse one. And yet, somehow, fucking an entire group of strangers, all at once, sounded like the only sensible course of action Heat had at that point. “Hhhmph!”

“Sounds like a yes to me. Don’t worry, we’re gonna give you a nice hot load before we pass you around.” She couldn’t see Zyon, but she could hear the smirk in his voice. “Buckle up, Thotty. We’re about to fill you up.”

The two zebras moved in unison, pounding her slender body even rougher than before. She was far past the point of gagging, even though Zyon’s Buddy was shoving his sausage down her throat so deep that his heavy balls would leave sweaty splats on her chin with each throat. It was amazing what she was able to do, and how much she was able to take. More than she ever dreamed. But still, it wasn’t enough.

Just as the boys moved faster, so too did Heat; As she forced her head down to the Buddy’s pelvis, she wiggled her hips down to impale herself further on Zyon’s cock. There was a rhythm to it: Up and forward, down and back, rolling like the tides crashing against the beach. When she went forward, the Buddy was forced definitively into her throat, and when she went back, Zyon’s flare was slammed against her womb. If she could somehow get them to go deep at the same time, Heat was convinced that they’d meet in the middle.

It was the Buddy who went over the edge first; He groaned like a beast, his powerful mitts grabbing hold of Heat’s hair and holding her in place. His cock twitched in Heat’s throat, and she could feel his nuts tense and jump up against her chin as he blasted thick, hot ropes of jizz into her hungry belly. When given the choice between spit or swallow, Heat Sink typically opted for the former, but the decision wasn’t her’s to make just then. She had no choice but to gulp down as many surging waves of sperm as she could, but even with her efforts, some still leaked out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin and onto the counter.

A weight pressed itself down on Heat, restricting her movement even further. She panicked at first, until she heard the labored breathing and the savage snarls, and when she felt the increasingly aggressive thrusts into her poor, battered cunt. Zyon bore all of his weight and strength down onto Heat, and used her like a toy. Heat’s legs kicked underneath her, each thrust sending another wrecking ball through the structures of her mind, until she had only one thought in her head: Milk this cock for every last drop it had.

“You better text the guys now,” growled Zyon. “Cause I’m about to knock this bitch up.”

Embarrassingly, that was the breaking point for Heat, and she came once again. Her breath hitched in her chest and her fingertips felt a bit numb, but even still, she could tell that this time was different. Now, Zyon was right behind her, and it didn’t take him very long to catch up. With his hands around Heat’s narrow waist, Zyon used her like a fleshlight, yanking her hips back down to the base of his cock with no mercy until he, too, reached his limit. He roared with satisfaction as his fat balls emptied into Heat Sink, his load somehow even thicker and more voluminous than his Buddy. It filled her almost immediately, and the jizz quickly broke containment, running thick rivers of off-white goo down Heat’s slim blue thighs. Even though Heat was on birth control, the sheer volume and potency of the load was enough for her to make a mental note to pick up some Plan B when this was all said and done.

The next few hours were a blur for Heat. She got to enjoy a nap for all of three minutes before the next zebra was there for sloppy seconds, and he wasn’t even fully in her pussy when the next three showed up. Heat didn’t say much as the zebras took turns on her holes, one of them even dumping a load in her asshole at some point. She didn’t get a very clear look of any of their faces, normally due to a big, dark, meaty cock taking up much of her vision. Barely saw them, hardly heard what they were saying about her, and she never even learned their names, outside of Zyon’s. Heat didn’t care. All she cared about was being tossed from zebra to zebra to big, strong, sexy, superior-to-pony-men-in-every-way zebra, sucking, fucking, and milking them all for hours.

Heat woke up some time later, not entirely sure what had transpired. She was laid on her back on her kitchen counter, absolutely covered in spunk from head to toe, inside and out. She took a few minutes to catch her breath before she propped herself up on her elbows. Just beside her arm was her pizza, cold and forgotten. Better late than never, Heat popped open the box, groaning at what she saw: Every single slice of the pie was covered in sticky, goopy zebra jizz, soaking down past the cheese and into the crust. On the inside of the lid was a sticky note with a phone number, and a hastily scribbled note.

Sorry about the pizza! The boys and I got a little out of hand. Text me when you wake up, I’ll send you a replacement. No funny business, I promise!

~Zyon, The Rage_of_Zebrica

“Dickhead…”

Heat Sink glanced at the pizza and, with a shrug, grabbed a slice and took a bite. The pizza was ice cold, but probably still tasty, even though Heat could only taste the still-warm jizz that coated it. Considering how much of that very same cum was on and in her, Heat didn’t really see any problem in having a little snack. She rolled off of the counter, nearly buckling under her own weight. Once she was as steady as she could manage with her jelly legs, Heat hobbled across her apartment, leaving a trail of jizz behind her on her way to her computer to check her messages. When Heat locked eyes on her computer, her heart sank; There she was, on camera, completely naked and covered in jizz, chewing idly on pizza and cum. Her eyes went wide, and she nearly died on the spot.

The stream was live this entire time.

“Fuck!” Tossing the pizza aside, Heat scrambled to her computer. The chat was going a million miles per hour, message after message after message. This was it, this was the end of her streaming career. She was absolutely cooked, no coming back from this. That’s what Heat thought, until she looked down at her donation overlay. She could hardly believe what it said.

Donation Goal Met: 2000/500 Bits Raised!

“You took it like a pro? Built for BZC?” Heat read the donation messages over, each message making her blush brighter red than before. “Striped… Striped… Striped…”

The feed cut suddenly, Heat’s stream overlay gone. The whole web page had changed, to a simple grey screen with dark text in the middle.

Due to a violation of our terms and service, this account has been suspended for 24 hours.

“Ugh… Fuck my life…”

Heat sighed, and, after a bit, she perked up. She had crushed her goal, and had a great amount of fun doing so. And all it cost her was a bit of embarrassment and a one-day ban; What type of internet personality would she be if she let little things like that stop her? Besides, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this was a sign to pivot her content. The people seemed to like the idea of her doing “Striped” content. Who was she to deny her audience what they wanted? Heat limped back to her counter, clawing for the note Zyon had left her. She grabbed her phone, and sent out a text.

Hey, if you’re serious about replacing the pizza, make sure you’re the one delivering it. I’ve got a business proposition for you.